AEW Masterlist
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Hook x f/Reader
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings: none. Just some major fluff
Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.
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I am so nervous.
Why am I nervous?
I mean, we have been together for such a long time, and I knew I loved her before we even got together.
I felt a hand clasp my shoulder, making me jump a little, but I could tell by the chuckle, it was my Dad.
"You seem nervous, Tyler." He teased.
"What if she decides she doesn't want to be with me. That this has all been a huge mistake, and." I started to spew out the thoughts I have been having since I woke up this morning.
"Tyler, that girl loves you, and you love her. You have ever since the third grade."
The first memory I ever had of her came rushing back to me.
It was the first day of school, and they just combined the two elementary. I was running around on the playground with my friends, and I heard this laugh.
I turned my head, and it was like staring at an angel. I actually ran into the goalpost. I was knocked out for a few moments, and I woke up to her staring down at me, with a worried look on her face.
I fell in love, and I didn't even know it at the time.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I pulled it out of the inside pocket of my jacket.
I saw that it was from her. "I love you, baby." Short and simple, and filled with so much emotion behind it.
This brought me back to when I first asked her out.
It was the first dance of grade 8, and for the first time, my friends and I were not going as a group, but asking people to do the dance.
Every single time I tried to ask her out, I would get tongue tied and turn around, walking so fast that she would be calling my name.
It was the day before the dance, and we were in history class.
I spent that class trying to come up with to ask her, but I knew I would just chicken out.
So I grabbed a spare piece of paper and wrote, 'Will you go to the dance with me? - Tyler.' With two boxes, one for yes, and one for no.
I folded it up and tossed it onto her desk. I held my breath as she opened it. She looked over her shoulder at me and then back at the note.
She grabbed her pen and did a checkmark, and folded it back up. She waited for our teacher to turn around, and she handed me the note.
I opened the note and couldn't stop the smile from my face as she checked yes.
That was the first of many dances for us.
We went through high school together. She was there for all my lacrosse and wrestling events, and I was there for her.
We voted the couple to most likely be married. We were voted Prom King and Queen.
We didn't go to the same college, but we talked every day and saw each other whenever we could.
Then, when I decided to become a wrestler, she was there, supporting me no matter what.
When I was having doubts about following my dream, and I was about to have my first wrestling match on TV, I was pacing back and forth in my hotel room.
I kept questioning all of this when she came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, and I instantly calmed.
"You, Tyler Senerchia, are going to be wonderful. Everyone loves Hook and has been waiting for this moment."
I started to doubt myself once more. I turned around to face her. "No buts, Tyler. Everyone will be cheering for you and only you." I kissed her, putting all my heart into it.
And, of course, she was right. She always has been. She was and is still my number fan, and I am hers.
To travel with me, she started to write. She has a very popular travel blog, but with our wrestling friends and their favourite spots to shop and eat.
During one of those times, she was out for her research with Skye in Chicago, I picked up the antique engagement ring from my grandmother.
I was waiting for the right moment, but just like the 8th grade dance all over again, so I did what I did then.
I wrote her a note.
'Will you marry me?' and two boxes labelled yes or no.
Nothing over the top, and I knew this would be perfect for us.
I left the engagement ring box on the bed, and the note on top of it. I heard her call my name, as she walked into our room, me hiding in the bathroom.
She called my name, but she trailed off as she grabbed the note. I heard her gasp as she read it.
By this point, I was behind her on my knee, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers.
I cleared my throat, and she turned around with the box and the note in her hands.
"Tyler,"
"Babygirl, I just need to know."
"Yes, a thousand times, yes."
I grabbed the box from her hand and opened it as quickly as possible to put the ring on her finger.
She cupped my face as I started to stand and kissed me.
We broke apart as we hugged on another.
"You didn't check a box."
"Tyler!" She said as she slapped my chest playfully.
I shook my head to clear it from all the memories I am having, and I looked at my friends and family as the music started.
Everyone stood and turned to look at my beautiful bride, stunned at how gorgeous she looked. This is my first time seeing her in her dress, and it all became too much.
I could feel tears start fall.
She gave me a concerned look, but I just mouthed I am okay.
She smiled at me and blew me a kiss.
"Her mother and I do."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Tyler."
"Now that we have that out of the way, let's get you two married."
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